"What? Zhong Yue wants to hold a personal calligraphy and painting exhibition?"

"Is Zhong Yue, a calligraphy genius who has been silent for two years, going to reappear in the calligraphy world?"

"The tickets to the Century Exhibition Center have been hyped up to 8,000 yuan per ticket."

"Eight thousand yuan? This is either a concert or a calligraphy work. How can you still sell the ticket price so high?"

"You don't know that in addition to the long-rumored "Zhong Family Letter" was first exhibited in China, there is also a masterpiece, which is said to be the first public exhibition to respond to the recent slander of Mr. Zhong by some villains."

The reason why it can be so high is naturally because this calligraphy and painting exhibition is not allowed to bring any communication and electronic equipment to the venue for shooting. In other words, except for seeing it with your own eyes, there is no chance to witness this "Zhong Family Letter" and that mysterious masterpiece, which renders this masterpiece extremely wonderfully in terms of tickets and a little paint.

Five thousand per ticket was sold out, but it was sold out in the hands of scalpers, and it had already reached eight thousand per tickets.

"Amin, five thousand per picture, isn't it a little bit dark?"

Ouyang Ming yawned, "Is it black? The small gift box we gave us, but the market price is 2,000."

"Haha, the valuation of Yidai Paint is almost one billion. I heard that Ouyang International's board of directors is still preparing to acquire it. What do you think?"

"It's a big deal. I'm a manager, not a legal person with a little paint."

Ye An sat down, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Where has Xiaoyue been? Why has it been two years since I have not been able to connect to my phone and I have not shown up."

Ouyang Ming stared out the window in a daze.

"Amin?"

"Yeah, Brother Ye."

"Why are you unconfused?"

Ouyang Ming smiled and said, "It's nothing, Brother Ye. What do my grandfather say?"

Ye An put down the coffee, "What the chairman means, now that Little Paint is exaggerating other businesses in the sector, so he simply won't talk about the acquisition."

"Yeah, that's pretty good."

"Very good?" Ye An said with a smile, "Are you addicted to working?"

Ouyang Ming said: "Two years ago, the market value of Little Paint was less than 50 million. Now all major industrial sectors have a market value of 1 billion. In Japan, Brother Yue said that I would give me half of Little Paint shares, so now, haha..."

Ye An was stunned and asked in surprise: "Why haven't you mentioned this matter to the chairman?"

"This is a matter between us brothers. We have nothing to do with grandpa. And we said it verbally at that time, maybe Brother Yue said it casually." Although Ouyang Ming said this, he understood that what Zhong Yue said would do what he said.

"You guys are OK."

Ouyang Ming smiled, "The main thing is good."

He walked to the balcony, his smile faded, and lit a cigarette for himself. After two years, he also learned to smoke.

"Hell...Brother Yue, where have you been?"

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...

When the bell of Heshan Primary School was recalled, the naughty children suddenly scattered.

Huang Youwei walked out of the music classroom wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and holding a music book.

"Hello, Teacher Xiao Huang."

"Goodbye Teacher Huang."

"Goodbye." Huang Youwei smiled and greeted her colleagues and students.

If her life for more than ten years before was to die, then it was the beginning of her life since she returned from Japan, and she lived like a flower.

"Teacher Huang, I give this flower to you."

Huang Youwei squatted down, picked up a sunflower in a green beer bottle, and smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Teacher Huang, you play the piano so well. I want to learn the piano, but my mother said that it costs a lot of money to learn the piano, and the family has no money to learn the piano for me."

Huang Youwei touched the little girl's head and said, "You must be considerate of your mother."

"Well, Teacher Huang, I'm back home."

"goodbye."

If it were a few years ago, Huang Youwei would definitely say, I will teach you, or I will help you pay the tuition. In the past two years, she has grown a lot. Now she is dealing with people like an adult. She understands one thing, that is, she has no right to rudely interfere with other people's lives.

She clicked on WeChat, looked at the sunflowers blooming in the bottle under the sun, and listened.

"Youwei, you have to be obedient. I will come back."

"When will you come back..."

"Youwei!"

Huang Youwei turned her head and looked at Gu Qin who was driving under the banyan tree. She walked over with a smile, "Sister Gu, you are here."

"Let's go, it's been a long time since we'll be together. You won't have classes tomorrow weekend, so we'll have a meal in the city."

"Oh, okay. Have you called you by Brother Yue?"

Gu Qin held the steering wheel, his eyes darkened, "Let's go and have a meal first."

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...

Open the arm to connect the Western Regions.

In the midsummer of July, the sunflowers in the Gobi Desert in Ganzhou were in full bloom. The little girl was wearing a straw hat, and her pigtails under her still couldn't help but jump away.

"Qiushan, please help me get the basket."

Although it was very hot, when he heard the little girl's call, Zhong Yue, who was covered with yarn, took two baskets, one big and one small, and walked towards the little girl.

"Qiushan, take off the veil."

Zhong Yue glared at the little girl.

"I don't think you are ugly. My father said, "You are the God of Fire, but you just burn yourself while you are not paying attention." As he said that, the little girl laughed, only half of her two decayed front teeth were left, and she looked very funny.

Only eyes and mouth were exposed on Zhong Yue's face, and he stretched out his hand. Pink skin had grown on the back of his hand. He pointed to his front teeth. The little girl stopped smiling, "Qiushan, you dare to laugh at me."

Zhong Yue didn't speak. It was not that he didn't want to say, but he couldn't speak now. He saved his life for a lifetime. His body almost matured and his throat was broken. In the past two years, he had slowly used Mo Yun to sort out his meridians and improved, but there was still a long way to go before healing. Especially now, his bare scalp and no eyebrows, and his head like a braised egg, were exactly the same as the protagonist in One Punch Man. When he returned to Shanghai, no one would believe that this was Zhong Yue.

This little girl named Sasha is his life-savior.

"Hmph! If I hadn't discovered you, you would have become meat-meat fried melon seeds."

Zhong Yue rolled his eyes and placed the small backpack in the place.

Seeing Zhong Yue rolling his eyes, Shasha smiled and said, "Dad said that. When you have money, you will take me to see tooth decay. Qiushan, I will also ask my dad to take you to the hospital to help you with plastic surgery."

Zhong Yue: “…”

If he wants plastic surgery, he probably needs skin and hair transplantation. Not to mention whether it can be restored to its original appearance, it is estimated that the cost of surgery will be hundreds of millions, and he will have to endure postoperative complications and a series of pain. In this way, Zhong Yue decided to self-condition.

The two of them harvested the sunflowers, bent down, and drowned in the sea of ​​flowers.

They should be very sad to see how I am now...
Chapter completed!